"Yes, even with as much progress as we have made, we still need to close out this war." Meesei added. "Our packs will need to be quite capable in combat. I have actually been meaning to speak with you about that, Sabine. Strictly speaking, you do not need to keep your search only to those without a pack of their own. People do tend to remain with their own packs, true, but it is not as if it is uncommon for people to change as well. As their goals change, or their capabilities improve, there may be those looking to move more into the front line of this war."

Ciinriel had spent most of her time since the debate started trying not to seem as if she was staring at Do'rhajul. The announcement was no less of a surprise for her, but her friendship with Sabine made her more predisposed to trust Sabine and her judgment. When the conversation shifted towards Sabine's new pack, she was only somewhat hesitant to speak up. "That is true. It was sad to see Colors go from our pride, but he could hardly be a ship captain if he was stuck in our clan. People do move around when life makes them realize that they're not in the right place for them." 

Meesei nodded in agreement. Do'rhajul was staying out of any conversation for now, which was probably wise, and Meesei wanted to at least attempt to get the other clan leaders to focus on something other than Do'rhajul. Having a "normal" meal with him could possibly make him seem like something of a less threatening figure. "You also do not need to restrict yourself to our clan in your search. If you find likely candidates from other clans, they would certainly be allowed here."

The Lilmoth clan leader had been listening intently to anything said by the Champion's pack that she could hear, and did not hesitate to speak when she had the opportunity. She was a black-scaled Argonian woman, with a head full of even darker feathers. Her garb was quite interesting to look at, consisting of a crocodile-hide loincloth and a sort of vest made entirely of the teeth of various Black Marsh predators, and the twine to bind it all together. Each took had to have a hole cut through it individually, and all of them were done precisely and cleanly so as not to ruin the teeth. Naturally, it would have taken considerable time, effort, and kills to make. "The best of my hunters would say it would be an honor to be picked by you, Sabine. You are a worthy leader." She said in heavily-accented Cyrodilic. Meesei was hardly surprised as her show of support. The Black Marsh clans had always been openly supportive of the leadership of her and her pack.